[INTRO]

(Verse 1)
Mic checka, time to shake of the rust
And bust a rhyme like Trevor
My endeavor is to wreck shop when presented with a mic
Excite the minds who listen to my rhymes day and night
And curse those who attempt to bite
Vadell is back, and I still got it goin on
Coolin out with the Luchini ouyabons
As we bring you to a new level of sound to astound your mind
The stars aligned to bring you this dream collaboration
Luce and DJ Chidow making new sensations
Glitched out funk to get ya monitors shakin’
From the space bass, it’s almost supernatural
The sound may be underground, but we’re going international
Mr. Worldwide, but I’m not Pitbull, cuz my rhymes ain’t pitiful
Skills are critical if you wanna get ahead
And flow with the Funki Dread
Cuz anyone can rock a mic, but only few know how to do it right
They are unified rudie rebelution
The solution is Luchini for your dope hits
Supersonic soundscapes that’ll leave your wig split
Deadly duo with the hype shit
Grimy grooves that transmit to your soul
As for me? I’m just a guest; a featured player
Assist trophy tryna move to a greater tier
But for now, I’m here spitting hot wasabi on the mic
You shouldn’t touch it if your flow is too sloppy, a’ight?
I keep it smooth and precise, never stumblin’
Those who can’t rhyme, they resort to mumblin’
Within a year, the clout they get starts crumblin’
Cuz the masses realize they’re just bumblin’ tools
Don’t get me wrong, pop rap is fine, even divine
But not from those who commit lyricial crimes
I could go on, but it’s time for the break
Yo Luchini, hit em with the shit that makes their speakers shake

[SCRATCH BREAK]

(Verse 2)
Call him Darkness, the Shade, or the Abyss
Chidow got the hype shit, and you know he never miss
With the future funk, trance, dirty trap sound
Genres have no bounds when he’s on that 909
Drums knocking louder than a dime sack
On a quest to bring that Y2K Jam back
Bringing more hits than a PlayStation 2 Jampack
His sound is perfection, not a single beat is wack
Then there’s Luce, the grimy queen
Who don’t need none of that pop appeal sheen
She gets down and dirty with that jungle drum & bass
Footwork groove all up in your face
Most producers can’t keep up with her pace
They try to chase, but she’s 20 steps ahead
Now they’re full of dread cuz she teamed up with the Shade
And they’re poised to cut through their rivals like a blade
And get paid through the nose by shutting down shows with their sounds
This is their story, bask in their glory
Their beats will rock in every territory
L-U-C-H-I-N-I are just too fly
Crafting hundreds of tracks in the blink of an eye
So ruff, so tuff, yet super smooth
They’re just doing their thing, ain’t got shit to prove
So get ready for the main event, cuz they’ve arrived
With their own unique low-down grimy vibe
As for me? I’m just a guest, like I said before
My time’s almost up, so I better hit the door
And give Luchini their space to work their magic
Their mad skills with production? I wish I had it
But for now, this is sayonara, adios
When it comes to Luchini, nobody comes close
Peace, au revoir, ciao, see ya later
This rhyme’s over; Chidow, cut the fader

(break)
Listen 2 da bass...